[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 58

Wu Xie had taken Zhang's medicine and was treated by Devil's western medicine. Apart from being tired, nothing serious happened.When Zhang Qiling finished eating the noodles, he had just turned over, the farmhouse was shabby, some rain drifted in and dripped onto his cheeks.

"Hmm..." He instinctively touched his cheek.

Wu Xie liked rain since he was a child, like the morning rain in Weicheng, the light dust, the green willows in the inn house, the new color of the willows;However, when he grew up, he saw that the land was lost, his compatriots' wives were separated, and his family was destroyed. It gradually became rainy during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road wanted to die. , So he completed the transformation of lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming on the iron horse and glacier.

Seeing the rain leaking, Zhang Qiling put down the bowls and chopsticks, went to the window and bent down, ready to move Wu Xie inside.At this time, Wu Xie suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist, "I just had a dream."

Zhang Qiling looked at him expressionlessly.

"Am I dead? You're here too, you really haven't left."

"No need to go." Zhang Qiling said lightly.

"I dreamed about Pan Zi. The third uncle said that he died at the hands of the red bandit. When I saw him, it proved that I was dead, right? You are here, so are you dead too?"

Zhang Qiling picked up Wu Xie, Wu Xie's waist hung in the air, trembling, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Leaking rain." Zhang Qiling answered simply.

"Does heaven also leak rain?" Wu Xie asked Zhang Qiling foolishly.This group of people hurt their shoulders and not their heads, why did they ask such a ridiculous question?Well, no matter how smart a person is, there will be times when Wu Xie just wakes up, the Lingtai is not clear, and he was surrounded by red bandits before he fell into a coma, and he vaguely saw the dead Pan Zi. .

Is it dead or not?Wu Xie turned his head and saw Zhang Qiling's bowls and chopsticks on the table, his stomach growled a few times, and then he realized that they were not dead, they were alive and well, Zhang Qiling even ate alone behind his back! "I'm hungry." Wu Xie grabbed Zhang Qiling tightly, "Where did the food come from? Is the rumor that the red bandits treated prisoners preferentially true?"

Zhang Qiling said, "This is from your acquaintance."

Wu Xie was stunned for nearly a minute. After a while, he still grabbed Zhang Qiling tightly, trying to use his strength to sit up, "What are you talking about? My acquaintance? Is it Pan Zi!" Wu Xie's voice was loud , The word "Pan Zi" is almost hoarse, and it is estimated that it can be heard outside.

Seeing that he looks healthier than before sleeping, Zhang Qiling let him get up by himself, sit on the edge of the bed and look out. "Pan Zi! Pan Zi!" Wu Xie shouted.

Pan Zi hid outside the door, right next to the door frame. The heavy rain slid down the eaves and soaked his clothes, but he was unmoved and resolutely refused to enter the house to see Wu Xie.

"Pan Zi! Pan Zi!" Wu Xie lowered his head to find his shoes and prepared to get off the ground.

Zhang Qiling saw how anxious he was, and with Pan Zi's attitude towards him, he already understood the importance of this person in Wu Xie's heart.

"Pan Zi, is that you?" Wu Xie was anxious and excited, and the excitement was mixed with joy.

Pan Zi squatted down, took out a trumpet from his trouser pocket, that is, a homemade cigarette, covered it with the back of his hand, lit it, and smoked it at the door.

"Pan Zi!" Wu Xie rushed to the door.

It has been seven or eight hours since I was captured in the morning, the weather is bad, it is completely dark outside, and the village does not know what to guard against. It seems to be the Kuomintang, and every house is dark, and even this house has only a small fire. candles.

Wu Xie ran outside the door, her chest heaving and falling, she looked down and saw a black figure, the scarlet fire in her hand flickered, and said excitedly: "Pan Zi! I know it's you, I saw you!"

"Little Third Master." Pan Zi stood up, the light was dim, and no one could see his expression clearly.

"It's great that you didn't die, I thought I was dreaming!" Wu Xie grabbed Pan Zi's shoulder, regardless of the pain in his wound. "We all thought you were dead. The third uncle was very sad. He felt that he didn't even find the body. He was really sorry for you, so he had to set up a tomb for you."

"Little third master..."

"Now that you are not dead, he should be happy, and I am also happy. What happened to you?"

"Little third master, I..."

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. You go back to Nanjing with me first. The restaurant you like to go to has opened a branch, and Cuixi from Tianxiang Pavilion has been waiting for you. You can stay at home and don't go to the army to report. Naturally, there is the third uncle covering it, so you can enjoy yourself for a while."

"Little third master..."

Wu Xie turned her head and shouted to Zhang Qiling with a look of joy, "This is Pan Zi. I regard him as both my uncle and brother, but I never address him respectfully. I think this is the closest Mr. Zhang, he has been fighting with my third uncle, and he is much better than me."

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie without much emotional reaction.

"Hey, what's your expression, did you hear me?" Wu Xie said a little depressed.

Over there, Pan Zi finally made up his mind to push away Wu Xie's hand, took a few steps back, and said with heavy eyes, "Little Sanye, I've joined gongchandang."

It was quiet for a while, except for the sound of rain, it seemed that all sounds had disappeared.

It took a long time for Wu Xie to react, and turned to look at Pan Zi in a daze, "Oh... oh... You join... Join..." In the end, he didn't say the word Red Bandit.

Pan Zi stood in the rain, standing upright as before. Although his clothes were no longer bright, his face was no longer plump, and his complexion was no longer rosy, his eyes were brighter than before, even more capable.When he first got close to the red bandits, Wu Xie said that he saw something different from most of the allies in the eyes of the other party, and now this thing also flashed in Pan Zi's eyes. They are what Wu Xie has been pursuing-ideals and beliefs!

Pan Zi's expression was heavy, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was doing something heinous to Wu Xie.

"I'm sorry, little third master, I can't go back with you. Third master saved me, raised me, and cultivated me. I can't repay you. I gave my life to him in the first half of my life, so you can let him die on the battlefield as if I were. I am needed here, and I finally know what I should do. I want to fight for this goal for the rest of my life, even if it costs me my life. If you are not happy, just pretend that you have never met me, or think that I am an ungrateful person!" After speaking, Pan Zi turned around and strode away, leaving Wu Xie in a daze.

After a while, Wu Xie turned his head again, looked at Zhang Qiling who was still expressionless, and whispered, "Why did he do this? What's the big deal. The two parties have not cooperated before, maybe they will cooperate in the future?"

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, and said lightly, "Does your third uncle think so too?"

No, Wu Sansheng doesn't think so, he can't rub the sand in his eyes, and he has always disliked red bandits.Pan Zi has been with him for so long, why doesn't he understand Wu Sansheng's character.Pan Zi was alive, but he didn't go back, just to let Wu Sansheng think he was dead.He would rather do what he wanted to do as a dead person than to be mad at Wu Sansheng alive. After all, in Pan Zi's heart, Wu Sansheng was a high wall that no one could break down.

Wu Xie didn't chase after Pan Zi, but went back to the bed and sat down in a sullen mood.His childhood idol Pan Zi joined Gongchandang without telling everyone, and at the same time abandoned his identity as a Kuomintang.Didn't these people almost kill him?Why did he join their team, a team that looked so downcast, poor, and chased by friendly troops?

"I'm very confused." Wu Xie murmured, "My mood is very complicated, and my confusion is even worse than before."

Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at the direction where Pan Zi disappeared. His eyes were always the same, that is, calm and calm, but there seemed to be a trace of firmness hidden in a place that no one could see.

Wu Xie was confused, but Zhang Qiling was not.